Future Idiots - Green Day cover (7 songs in 1) | Текст песни

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("Viva La Gloria", "Welcome to Paradise", "Nice Guys Finish Last", "Basket Case", "One Of My Lies", "Letterbomb")

Hey Gloria?
Are you standing close to the edge?
Lookout to the setting sun
The brink of your vision
Eternal youth is a landscape of the lies

The cracks of my skin can prove
As the years can testify
Say your prayers and light a fire we're going to start a war
Your slogan's a gun for hire
It's what we waited for

Hey Gloria
This is why we were on the edge
The fight of our lives been drawn to this undying love

Gloria! Viva La Gloria!
You blast your name in graffiti on the walls (ooohhh)
Falling through broken glass that's slashing through your spirit
I can hear it like a jilted crowd

She...
She screams in silence
A sullen riot penetrating through her mind
Waiting for a sign
To smash the silence with the brick of self-control

Are you locked up in a world
That's been planned out for you?
Are you feeling like a social tool
Without a use?
Scream at me until my ears bleed
I'm taking heed just for you

Welcome to Paradise
Dear mother,
Can you hear me whining?
It's been three whole weeks
Since that I have left your home
This sudden fear has left me trembling
Cause now it seems that I am out here on my own
And I'm feeling so alone

Pay attention to the cracked streets
And the broken homes
Some call it the slums
Some call it nice
I want to take you through a wasteland
I like to call my home

Nice guys finish last.
You're running out of gas.
Your sympathy will get you left behind.
Sometimes you're at your best
When you look the worst.
Do you feel washed up
Like piss going down the drain?

Pressure cooker pick my brain
And tell me I'm insane.
I'm so fucking happy I could cry!
Every joke can have it's truth and now the joke's on you.
I never knew you were such a funny guy!

Oh nice guys finish last.
When you are the outcast
Don't pat yourself on the back,
You might break your spine.
Oh nice guys finish last.
When you are the outcast
Don't pat yourself on the back,
You might break your spine.

Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About NOTHING and EVERYTHING all at once
I am one of those
Melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone
No doubt about it

Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm CRACKING UP
Am I just PARANOID?
Or am I just STONED

When I was younger I thought the world circled around me
But in time I realized I was wrong
My immortal thoughts turned into just dreams of a dead future
It was a tragic case of my reality

Sometimes I give myself the CREEPS
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm CRACKING UP
Am I just PARANOID?
Or am I just STONED

Where will all the martyrs go
When the virus cures itself?
And where will we all go
When it's too late?

And don't look back

You're not the Jesus of Suburbia
The St. Jimmy is a figment of
Your father's rage and your mother's love
Made me the idiot America

Gloria! Viva La Gloria!
You blast your name in graffiti on the walls (ooohhh)
Falling through broken glass that's slashing through your spirit
I can hear it like a jilted crowd

Gloria! Where are you Gloria?
You found a home in all your scars and ammunition
You made your bed in salad days amongst the ruins
Ashes to ashes of our youth